The idea that we come from nothing

That we simply exist

Is for the weak


To depend on the ” fact ”

That we have no purpose to being our purpose

Molds us into a people that become nothing


And so we move day to day

Lifetime to lifetime

And we become dust


Our ideas are forgotten

Our hopes

The dreams we had

All turned to dust

Into the sands that blow round the earth


Yet the chosen ones have stepped forward

Decades upon centuries

They have brought themselves out

To better the world


But have we listened

Have we heard

We tasted

We yearned

And we forgot


And so it goes in a circle

A circle that will never be broken

Or perhaps it will

Perhaps that is the frail hope that speaks to our hearts


Will we be the ones that break the trend

Will we be the ones that bring the new about

It may be


But even if it is

Will the same not happen again as centuries before have shown

Will not the circle be mended



Sewed back together


Glued once more


Patched up again


The cycle never ceases to repeat

Evil reigns

Good prevails

Over and over

The story is the same

Simply changes in the landscape


A barren desert becomes an oasis

An oasis turns to sand


Have we not learned anything

Have not the details of history shown us that we are set to fail

And yet we continue to search for the fertile ground

We plant our seeds

We do not lay back and wait

We water

And we see growth

Oh the beauty that pushes through the dirt

And it blooms

It blooms and grows and never stops

Until the drought comes again

And our beauty has died


In sorrow, we cry

For what we dreamed will no longer be

Drought reigns


And as we have dreamed

As our ancestors before us

And theirs before them

So our offspring cultivates it’s own dream

And the cycle begins again


So if we know the cycle

If we see it

If we grasp it in our knowledge

Why do we persist

Why do we not fall in despair and never rise again


Because hope

You may shove it in the dirt

You may burn it in the flames

You may drown it in the waves

Yet it does not die






The majestic in the madness

The being of all mankind

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